Verence adjusted the crown. It was a good crown, made of gold and jewels. It screamed "I AM A KING". It was just a shame the face underneath said "I am a...err...clerk? If it's ok with you?" The "you" in this case happened of course to be Granny Weatherwax, who could have the crown removed and replaced with his old hat. He still woke up with sweat pouring down his face from dreams about that possibility. The nightmares...
He managed to balance it on his ears although they were starting to buckle under the weight of all the gold. He'd just have to do today's royal duties very fast before his ears gave way. He checked the list.
close parliament for good
bellowing lesson
carouse
visit Mistress Weatherwax to check if he was doing it right
go hunting
belch
Well he could do most of that at high speed. And maybe he could get some ear buttresses from the dwarfs.